When I was at Atria earlier in the week, I was going through all of her printed material--they pass out endless lists and notes and calendars and menus and my mother never looks at them, so periodically I go an discard the outdated ones (this time notes dating back to May). I found a note from the dining room that they were running low on plates and asking if people could check and see if they had any plates from the dining room in their apartments.
Today I was looking for a glass to get myself some water and I opened one cupboard and there were twelve plates from the dining room. My mother doesn't know how they got there, but I got them all stacked up and put outside her door, and then called the front desk to let them know they were there. When we went to lunch, my mother saw the dishes outside and wanted to move them in front of someone else's apartment so nobody would know she had kept them.
I didn't.
Today I was looking for a glass to get myself some water and I opened one cupboard and there were twelve plates from the dining room. My mother doesn't know how they got there, but I got them all stacked up and put outside her door, and then called the front desk to let them know they were there. When we went to lunch, my mother saw the dishes outside and wanted to move them in front of someone else's apartment so nobody would know she had kept them.
I didn't.
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